tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364985872024-02-29T05:33:13.384+11:00A Arte da PalavraSofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-4754475976567141762014-12-28T21:08:00.000+11:002014-12-28T21:08:00.675+11:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-73003173448614139172014-11-25T01:45:00.002+11:002014-11-25T01:45:32.302+11:00Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Whose woods these are I think I know.</span></div>
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His house is in the village though;</span></div>
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He will not see me stopping here</span></div>
<span style="color: #741b47;">
</span><div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #741b47;">
To watch his woods fill up with snow.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">
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My little horse must think it queer</span></div>
<span style="color: #741b47;">
</span><div style="text-align: left;">
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To stop without a farmhouse near</span></div>
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Between the woods and frozen lake</span></div>
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The darkest evening of the year.</span></div>
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He gives his harness bells a shake</span></div>
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</span><div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #741b47;">
To ask if there is some mistake.</span></div>
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The only other sound’s the sweep</span></div>
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Of easy wind and downy flake.</span></div>
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.</span></div>
<span style="color: #741b47;">
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But I have promises to keep,</span></div>
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And miles to go before I sleep,</span></div>
<span style="color: #741b47;">
And miles to go before I sleep.</span>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-31545876636007745062014-09-21T02:45:00.001+10:002014-09-21T02:45:16.869+10:00<i>... na parede da memória, essa lembrança é o quadro que dói mais</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-51561760209979399682014-03-04T10:32:00.001+11:002014-03-04T10:32:41.211+11:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-62709558708038971432014-01-02T15:48:00.002+11:002014-01-02T15:48:25.798+11:00happiness...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-79380952493154712013-09-23T14:53:00.003+10:002013-09-23T14:53:45.035+10:00<i>mas alguma coisa acontece </i><br />
<i>no quando agora em mim</i><br />
<i>cantando eu mando a tristeza embora </i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-31028707568389567032013-08-27T18:17:00.003+10:002013-08-27T18:17:59.636+10:00a prova<i><span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ESTATÍSTICAS. Números. A civilização da tecnologia.</span></i><br />
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Então
alguns cientistas-monges resolveram demonstrar que existe alguma coisa
imponderável que escapa a esse materialismo que está fazendo o homem o
mais infeliz dos seres: num laboratório foram plantadas três sementes em
condições e circunstâncias absolutamente iguais. Igual a terra, a
iluminação e a água regada nos três vasos onde foram colocadas as
sementes trigêmeas. Uma única diferença nesse tratamento: quando o
cientista-monge regava a terra do primeiro vaso, dizia em voz alta
palavras de fervor, esperança. Palavras de amor:“Quero que você cresça
bela e forte porque confio em você, porque neste instante mesmo estou
lhe dando minha bênção do fundo do coração”... etc, etc. Diante do
segundo vaso, em silêncio e automaticamente ele deixava cair a água. Mas
quando chegava a vez do terceiro vaso, ele só tinha palavras de
hostilidade, desafeto: “Você será uma plantinha anêmica, feia, não
acredito na sua sobrevivência, está me ouvindo? Não gosto de você!”<br /><br />Ela
ouviu. As outras também ouviram e sentiram a diferença de tratamento: a
semente bem-amada resultou numa planta vigorosa e cheia de graça. A
semente regada com indiferença cresceu indiferente, sem a exuberância da
primeira. Quanto à semente rejeitada, esta virou uma plantinha obscura,
de caule entortado e folhas tímidas, a cabeça pendida para o chão.</div>
</span></i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-13412717255635036532013-07-01T12:37:00.000+10:002013-07-01T12:37:35.484+10:00<i>In the end, I've come to believe in something I call The Physics of the Quest [...]. The rules of the Quest Physics goes something like this: If you're brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally and internally, and if you're truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-44815923359505410712012-09-29T20:26:00.002+10:002012-10-26T08:25:48.008+11:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Há que tirar o sapato e pisar com tato nesse litoral</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"></span><br />Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-27481711880032827502012-09-10T22:17:00.001+10:002012-09-10T22:17:16.931+10:00all we need is love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-54193397333341025682012-08-26T22:14:00.001+10:002012-09-10T22:15:32.456+10:00<i>Thinking, my father believes, is the source of all bad things, because thinking is the opposite of doing.</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-78383190254770157782012-06-30T17:46:00.003+10:002012-06-30T17:47:14.404+10:00<i>eu quero beijos intermináveis</i><br />
<i>até que os olhos mudem de cor</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-31023583166989457042012-05-14T22:41:00.002+10:002012-05-14T22:41:40.164+10:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-50792651424009635882012-05-07T15:12:00.002+10:002012-05-07T15:12:45.679+10:00<i>Se tens un coração de ferro, bom proveito. O meu fizeram-no de carne, e sangra todos os dias.</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-26280751427865737632012-04-13T19:50:00.000+10:002012-04-13T19:50:20.320+10:00<i>En el corazón de todos los inviernos vive una primavera palpitante, y detrás de cada noche, viene una aurora sonriente.</i><br />
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<br /></div>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-78648086093436635242012-04-04T10:36:00.001+10:002012-04-04T10:36:21.966+10:00<i>"What day is it?" asked Pooh.</i><br />
<i>"It's today," squeaked Piglet.</i><br />
<i>"My favorite day," said Pooh.</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-38025365081675111212012-03-22T09:36:00.001+11:002012-03-22T09:36:51.592+11:00<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHWFM1ErBDE3B5aiF13SeHm27cSf5aSLRA25Y8D3DVw0aYLewxyAj7ERHoPW-DU_Wxi924zY4F9Y2zZACVZO-WIdEiZpigKAWxAx3njqozclhWefyJEtOIZpm5g7gl_m0Ku_PF8Q/s640/blogger-image-1103870628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHWFM1ErBDE3B5aiF13SeHm27cSf5aSLRA25Y8D3DVw0aYLewxyAj7ERHoPW-DU_Wxi924zY4F9Y2zZACVZO-WIdEiZpigKAWxAx3njqozclhWefyJEtOIZpm5g7gl_m0Ku_PF8Q/s640/blogger-image-1103870628.jpg" /></a></div>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-23549932236538936292012-02-14T07:49:00.001+11:002012-02-14T07:49:40.432+11:00<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEich1h1-quPi3X9sqE6ZqmLWTiEPCviX8DxyH4VxlXwRGssA9DLjvVI02lXYAbkK2EeZyU1FNLsonfD73R7c-GL7alOa33cRbX-eGSnUZGq1PzzutAEEmwAKmkG92cH8XBfICQf0A/s640/blogger-image--1761758180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEich1h1-quPi3X9sqE6ZqmLWTiEPCviX8DxyH4VxlXwRGssA9DLjvVI02lXYAbkK2EeZyU1FNLsonfD73R7c-GL7alOa33cRbX-eGSnUZGq1PzzutAEEmwAKmkG92cH8XBfICQf0A/s640/blogger-image--1761758180.jpg" /></a></div>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-85809320224446386322012-02-07T17:54:00.001+11:002012-02-07T17:54:46.615+11:00<i>Let me decorate many hearts</i><div>
<i>And paint a thousands faces with colours of inspiration and silent sounds of valse</i></div>
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<i>Let me be like a child,</i></div>
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<i>Run barefoot through the forest of laughing and crying people,</i></div>
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<i>Giving the flowers of imagination and wonders that God gives free</i></div>
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<i>Shall I fall on bended knees, and wait for some one to bless me with happiness and a life of golden dreams?</i></div>
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<i>No. I shall run into the desert of life with my arms open, sometimes falling, sometimes stumbling.</i></div>
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<i>But always picking myself up, a thousand times if necessary, sometimes happy.</i></div>
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<i>Often life will burn me, often life will caress me tenderly, and many of my days will be haunted</i></div>
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<i>With complications and obstacles, and there will be moments so beautiful</i></div>
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<i>That my soul will weep in ecstasy</i></div>
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<i>I shall be a witness, but never shall I run or turn from my life, from me.</i></div>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-41387057320795556262011-12-10T15:52:00.001+11:002011-12-10T15:55:00.026+11:00<i>- Tomorrow they're taking us far away from our beautiful country.</i><br />
<i>- Our beautiful country hasn't got such a very beautiful system of justice [...]. Maybe we'll come to know countries that aren't so beautiful but that have a slightly more human way of treating people [...].</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-81349395859376456972011-12-04T15:48:00.001+11:002011-12-04T15:51:48.752+11:00<i>What is more important: </i><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i>satisfying one thousand desires or conquering just one?</i></div>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-73222380257500339762011-10-12T12:29:00.000+11:002011-10-12T12:29:05.757+11:00<i>Nas linhas da minha mão um bom futuro ela leu</i><br />
<i>estava escrito</i><br />
<i>As cartas do tarô me garantiram um grande amor</i><br />
<i>eu acredito</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-46389562314876191872011-09-20T17:23:00.002+10:002011-09-20T17:23:10.400+10:00<i>Quem pagará meu enterro e as flores</i><br />
<i>se eu morrer de amores?</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498587.post-3340652187322908802011-09-13T11:48:00.003+10:002011-09-13T11:48:13.465+10:00<i>As soon as you trust yourself, </i><br />
<i>you will know how to live.</i>Sofiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544465190255327087noreply@blogger.com0